Rains in spring
turn puddles into rainbows
even a single bead of rain
landing on a budding tulip’s leaf
reflects all the colors
of our world
Though I walk in springtime puddles
sunlight seems to follow me
as a shadow of kaleidoscopic hues
Day Twenty-two prompt: Write a poem that engages with another art form.
I actually wrote an ekphrastic poem, a poem about a specific work of art. The graphic is a watercolor painting I recently completed and I wrote this poem about my finished painting.